(feat. Rico Suave) 

[Akin:] 
Yo, yo, yo, ayo 
The chimp in the jungle, I like to gather in wisdom in bundles 
My arms swing from the branches of life, I write humble 
My notes are crumbled, my hopes are fumbled 
Can't drop it, a ghost among you folk that stumbled cross logic 
I'm definite, like change I strain wit rewards while 
Speck and, Enoch start bangin on boards 
Daily routines like fiends that's stuck on the crack pipe 
I rhyme over feedback, dare mics not to act right 
The emcee, and see y'all just tempt me wit 
All ya propaganda, ya souls are empty 
I was born free, now I stay confined, in this day of time 
A slave to the way of the world, although I'm not blind 
Machine gotta, hold on ya blue jean products 
Whether you white or black, rich or poverty's product 
It's a known fact, sorta like forty acres they owe blacks 
I might, hitch hike on hope's road and never go back 

[Rico Suave:] 
I was born free, but now I'm like a slave to society 
Can't get a license without consent, to feel sobriety 
If you have a plan, they say life will flow beautifully 
I need tech support, like Vanilla Sky 
Cuz someone lied to me, told me shit was cool 
I made good grades, but damn it got kicked outta school 
It doesn't matter, my computer doesn't read the data 
Even if you're smart, your life still can get shattered 
Into little pieces, this is my thesis 
Just cause I'm raised ? in the belly of the beast-es 
My people died in vain, the pain is on my brain 
And how can I get by when held by this mental strain 
I just don't understand, I be's a grown ass man 
But every time I see the cops they make me lift my hands 
So they can pat me down, and I just don't see how 
I played by they rules but they still treat me foul 
Damn! 

[Cise Star:] 
So what is this I'm livin, day in and day out earnin 
My soul I hope to spend it, it's the petty change I'm gettin 
Back through transactions, money limits my actions 
I try to raise up but—(damn, damn) 
Tryin to move I struggle, movin through hurt's trouble 
Bumpin my head against the ceiling I ain't even stumble 
My eyes are black and blue, rattle my shackles too 
I try to remove 'em but damn. 
Sounds like that I'm in jail, but really I'm in hell 
The space between my two ears became my private cell 
Ready and willin, able, anything justice stable 
They just cut off my cable! 
No food up in the kitchen, but I got dirty dishes 
Does that make any sense? 
My life ain't ever easy, my girlfriend's gonna leave me 
Who scratched my Nas CD? 

[talking in background]